Ek patthar se duje ne poocha.. ae bandhu kidhar ko chale tum... to duje ne muskura kar kaha... aaj tak maine ise gam ko saha.. ab ise bandhan ko todane ki maine bhi thani hain.. naye bharat ki nayee baat maine bhi maani hain.. main bhi to dekhun dusare desh ka sooraj kitana chamkata hain.. jisako dekhane ke liye yahaan ka aadami itana tadapata hain... to duje patthar ne tapak se kaha... are bandhu tum bhi aisa karoge... to ek din sharm se maroge.... are bhed chaal to sab chalate hain... chand sikkon ke liye to sab machalate hain.. are apane desh main roti ki kahaan kami hain... par aazadi ke itane dinon baad bhi .... bharat maata ki aankh main aaj bhi nami hian.. jisake charanon main hind vandan karata hain.. usaka hridaya aaj bhi krandan karata hain.. ruk jaa isase pahale ki bahut der ho jaye.. accha hoga agar subah ka bhoola saanjh se pahale hi aa jaye..
My Brightest Star ******************************** Awake in my dreams I search for a star I find one the brightest one I asked her do you pull strings? strings of my fate? she said "no Idiot" "I am not your star" yours is that one the one hiding behind she is rare one of its kind.. I stared in dark to find the darkest spot I asked again "are you talking about that?" "the one, darker than darkness?" she smiled.. and nodded in consent I frowned," my star is not bright" i smiled but i felt sad i asked her again "like my life, my star is also dead?" she laughed and said with affection "there is something special about that star" I smiled and said "i know.. its a star.. which doesn't twinkle" she raised her eyebrow and said.. "she is the oldest of all she has given away her spark to make others bright.. she is still bright but you need to see it see it with eyes of your heart you're lucky..to have h...
What do you say? ******************************** I spent almost more than an hour on deciding what to write... several things came in my mind ... my childhood,college,17-Sunrise Appt. ... My friends goyal,uddy,bebo.... Then I came across this poem from DALJIT NAGRA. I read it and liked it...But it was after an hour or so .. I tried to think about the meaning...I got my own meaning. Suddenly I became curious about what other people may interpret .. What can be be their story attached to it..... You all people read it... very few people comment ;) ... what about contributing this time....??? :) The tree my father grew from his garden I take an axe and branch by branch I break the tree and set to work the million maddened bits, the fire of night. Only ash I keep.
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